Spoilers:

AH the latest ep in season two was SO GOOD?! The reunion hug killed me? I actually love their platonic relationship so much, it's excellent (that's definitely not to say I am against a lil love HELL NO bring on tha bellarke luv)

I also realized that I've been writing just in Clarke POV but I have just felt more inspired to do so! I have also left this so that it could potentially be the last chapter of this story (heck), but let me know if you guys want me to continue because it's definitely open for continuing if I feel so inclined & you guys want!

Clarke POV

Bellamy entwined his fingers through mine as we exited the drop ship, his hands rough and reassuring against my skin.

"What are we meant to do now?" He sighed, using his spare hand to push his unruly hair off his forehead, "We've got more enemies than we know what to do with."

I groaned, "Please can we talk about this in the morning, I need to put my remaining energy into sleeping."

He laughed, dropping my hands and gripping my hips instead, blocking my way, "You can put that remaining energy to even better use." His voice was low and made me really wish that were weren't in view of other people.

Without waiting for a reply he leant forward and pressed his lips to mine, dropping one hand to my lower back and the other up against my neck, warm, sending tingles down my spine. His body was pressed up against mine, from the knees upward. I wanted his skin against mine.

I broke off, "Tent." I gasped, my cheeks flushed.

He grinned cheekily, tracing my jawline before tugging me instead toward the outskirts of the campsite.

"Where are we going?" I hissed, "Bellamy!"

He chuckled softly, tugging my around behind the drop ship and into a quiet corner, completely secluded, where there appeared to be a few buckets and not much else, "What the hell are we doing?" I repeated, glancing around and realizing that we were completely out of view from anyone.

He turned to face me, smiling a little shyly, "I figured that after your ordeal, you may appreciate a bath."

I stared at him blankly, "A bath?"

"Yeah," He continued, doubt beginning to make it's way across his face, "Seeing as it's not safe enough to go down to the creek now, I had some buckets filled and there's some of the sponges that we found in the dropship containers and O even scavenged some of that homemade shampoo stuff you guys made."

He watched me, his fingers beginning to clench at his sides, suddenly nervous, obviously misreading my stunned expression. He wasn't used to making tender gestures and his insecurities about doing so still existed.

In response, I reached down and pulled a dripping sponge from the bucket, squeezing his slowly before smacking it against his chest and neck, giggling as the water dripped down, soaking the fabric.

His mouth dropped open in surprise before his eyes narrowed and his lips quirked and before I could blink he'd dipped the sponge back into the water and pressed it to the top of my head so that all the water emptied down over my face and body.

I gasped, simultaneously laughing, "You jerk!"

He grinned in reply, reaching down to tug my shirt up and over my head so that I stood in front of him in just my bra, conscious that my skin had a second layer of dirt on it and that my stomach, still slim, was not as toned or tanned as the girls he'd been with. But the way his eyes hungrily took my bare skin in, dispelled any doubt.

I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it over his head, dropping it on the ground beside us and using a sponge I gently washed his bare skin. His skin was browned and his body strong and lean, any excess fat having been obliterated from the few weeks here on Earth. I gently scrubbed his skin, smoothing my fingers along his body.

His eyes fluttered shut and he sighed, "That feels amazing, I miss being clean."

I smiled, planting a quick kiss on his collarbone, it was such an incredible moment, despite the fact that we were both half naked it wasn't even particularly sexual. It was satisfying to remove the dirt off of his skin and reveal the clean skin beneath, to feel him remain still underneath my touch, to see him so completely raw. I was careful to be particularly gentle along his hip where the puckered scar from his knife wound still looked painful. It was difficult to resist the urge to unbuckle his pants as I moved the sponge along the hemline of his pants and I knew by his slight moan that he too was finding it difficult to remain still. I moved behind him, moving the sponge up along his back and along his shoulders, as he allowed me to lift his arms and move his body. I dropped the sponge back into the bucket and scooped a handful of the green goo Octavia and I had created and massaged his skull, cleansing his gorgeous thick hair. Afterwards he leant forward so that I could gently rinse his hair.

"All done," I smiled, pushing his wet hair off his face.

Suddenly, he shook his head, spraying me with water. I squealed, "Bellamy!"

"What, don't you like water?" He laughed, opening his wet arms toward me, "Come here!"

"No, don't!" I laughed, weakly attempting to move out of his way, but I was too slow and he enveloped me in a dripping embrace, his slippery, warm skin pressed against mine, "Ew!"

He laughed releasing me and picking up the sponge, "Your turn."

I smiled shyly as he reached forward, gently pushing the hair off my shoulder and moving behind me so that he could start on my back.

"Ah Clarke?" He asked hesitantly, a streak of nervousness permeating his tone, "I can't ah, it would be easier to get to your back without the straps."

My cheeks flushed and I felt sure that heat was making its way down my back. I inhaled deeply, they were just boobs and it wasn't as though Bellamy hadn't seen his fair share, not to mention that it was quite dark. We were going to see that much of each other sooner or later.

I reached my hands around behind my back, fumbling at the clasp but Bellamy's hands beat me too it, "Relax princess," he whispered, his lips against my shoulder.

I felt the clasp release and he gently pushed the straps off my shoulders, although I kept my hands pressed against my chest for a moment, my heart in my throat before I let it slip to the ground. The feeling of the sponge on my skin was indescribable, I could feel the grime being removed from my skin as Bellamy gently scrubbed my back and shoulders.

"Your back is done so you might want to put your ah, you can put your bra back on if you want." His voice was so endearingly polite that I couldn't help the smile that appeared on my face.

Instead, however, I simply turned to face him, flipping my hair back over my shoulders and watching his expression. His eyes stayed locked with mine, not roving down my body, his cheeks flushed pink, his eyes dark as he reached toward me and pressed one hand to my cheek, "You are beautiful." He whispered, almost as if he was in pain.

I smiled gently, letting my eyes flutter closed, knowing now that he was drinking me in. I felt incredibly bare, not just physically but emotionally, I had gone here with Finn physically but my emotions had been nowhere near to what I now felt for Bellamy.

He seemed to only hesitate briefly before he began scrubbing my neck and chest, gentle and focusing on my stomach, neck and shoulders. He then massaged my hair and I groaned dropping my head back onto his shoulder even though I realized it would have made things more difficult for him, but the feeling was just too good to care.

"Feeling better?" He laughed, pressing his lips again to my shoulder.

"Mmmm," I replied, "I can't thank you enough for this."

He laughed, rinsing my hair, "You're basically drunk from a bath."

I opened my eyes and he smiled at me, handing me one of his spare shirts, still being a gentleman and averting his eyes from my chest, "Here you can dry yourself with this."

I smiled in thanks and turned away to dry myself before popping my own shirt back on, despite it being slightly damp, deciding to go against the bra for now, it could do with a wash and I could do with sleeping without it.

Bellamy had dried himself and popped his own shirt back on and was cleaning up the buckets and tipping them upside down to drain. I stepped up behind him, wrapping my arms around him, pressing my hands to his chest and my cheek to his back and sighing.

He relaxed in my grip, pressing his own hands against mine and tipped his head back so that it rested on top of my head, his damp curls tickling my forehead.

"Bellamy?" I murmured hesitantly.

"Mm?" He replied.

"I ah," I bit my lip, "I like you a lot."

He exhaled, squeezing my hands tighter between his own, "Well that's a relief, it was damn difficult to get this bath stuff organized."

I rolled my eyes, smacking him on the chest as he laughed, "Shut up."

He released my hands and turned to face me in my arms, placing both his palms on either side of my face, his expression suddenly serious, "Today, when I thought there was a chance that you were dead, I wanted to give up on this entire stupid earth expedition and I wanted to this time succeed at killing Jaha for sending us down here. I wanted to find a place to sleep without waking up."

I stared back at him, shocked and touched by his confession, "When Murphy kicked that stump out, I thought that you were going to stop breathing and I realized that I have never in my life wanted to stop breathing if someone else did."

He kissed me softly, gently tugging my lip between his teeth before letting it go, "I think I'm falling in love with you." He whispered, pressing his forehead to mine.

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